A/N: Okay so I still don't have a laptop, and am using someone elses. So, this chapter isn't gonna be a long one. Sorry, dears (:

'I like it!' Sirius tucked his hands into his pockets, a smile playing on his lips.

With a roll of his eyes, Remus laughed, 'Really? Because that's not obvious, seeing as you've been saying that for the last ten minutes.'

Laughing, James stretched, and looked at the agent standing next to the windows, 'How much did you say it was again?' After the woman relayed the price, he grinned. 'Where do we sign?'

x-X-x

The trio sat in the living room of their new London flat, feet stretched out in front of them, Remus said, 'You realize we need to get furniture, right?'

'Aw! Mooney, way to ruin the moment.' Sirius joked, with a frown, 'I like to pretend it has all been done, and I'm sitting on a really comfy couch right now.'

'Oh yeah? And how is that going for you?' Remus asked, laughing, ''Cause my ass hurts.'

Sniffing, James grinned, and snapped his fingers, 'I wonder if Lily wants to play decorator!'

'Doubtful, Potter.' A smile on her face, Lily walked into the living room, 'But, I will help.' she said with a smile.

'Kay.' James grabbed her hand, and pulled her onto his lap. After kissing her cheek, he looked around, 'So, aside from the television, 'cause I really want one of those. What do we need?'

Rolling her eyes, Lily jumped up; pulling him with her she crossed to the door, 'You boys coming?'

Sharing a look with Sirius, Remus cleared his throat, 'Uh. . where to?'

'Shopping. Duh!'

x-X-x

Five hours later Sirius staggered through the door with a groan. 'Never again, Prongs.' Turning to look at his friend, he glared. 'Do you hear me?!'

With a low moan, James looked his shoulder, and frowned, 'Who knew that sensible Lily, could become so. . . so unsensible.'

'I heard that.' Lily came breezing into the room, a smile on her face. She opened her handbag and started pulling out their purchases. 'Where do you want the couch?' she asked. When the boys just looked at her, she shrugged and placed it in front of the window. With a flick of her wand, and a muttered curse, the miniature couch grew to its proper size.

'Oh. Thank Merlin!' Sirius cried before falling onto it. 'I love couches. And lying down.' With a small laugh, 'I love lying down.'

Rolling her eyes, Lily pulled out the matching chairs, and angled them next to the couch before repeating the process. 'Don't you guys think it'd be wise to organize your rooms before you get to lazy?'

'Bu- but. Do I have to?' Sirius whined, looking between her and his best friend.

Shaking his head sadly, James nodded, 'Yup. Afraid so, mate. You do not want to make her angry.'

'And what is that supposed to mean, Potter?' Lily asked, hands on her hips, 'I'll have you kno-'

Pulling her into a kiss, James smiled, 'I love you. Got to go!' Grabbing a bag, James rushed out of the room.

'Good way to distract you.' Sirius said, with a nod. Standing up, he looked at her with narrowed eyes. 'Maybe I should try it. . .'

'Don't think about it, Padfoot!' James cried from somewhere in the apartment.

x-X-x

Lily sat, legs crossed, on James' bed. He was in the shower, and she was looking around his room with a smile. He had decided on a queen bed with an oak head/foot board and matching dresser. She managed to talk him into a cute wingback chair, knowing he would never get it by himself. She made the comment that she'd most likely chill there often, which tipped the scales. Thinking back, she laughed at the look on his face, the smirk playing on his lips, 'You plan on being in my bedroom often, Evans?' He had asked, giggling she stretched out and wiggled her toes. 'Lily?' Sitting up, she grinned at the boy standing in the doorway, 'You look good in my bed.'

Rolling her eyes, Lily shook her head, 'Of course you would say that.' She laughed, and stretched, 'Your bed is really comfy. Good choice.'

'Hm. I had some help.' He said, crossing to her. Of course he had help; she couldn't leave a decision like that up to him. What if he had gotten a horrible bed? Grinning, he sat down, and brushed her hair out of her eyes, 'Thanks for your help.'

Leaning forward, Lily kissed his cheek, and grinned. 'Welcome!' With a laugh, she jumped up, 'I sir, am going to be the first girl to shower in your flat.' With a grin, she tossed over her shoulder, 'Make sure you keep Sirius away.'

James smiled to himself, and watched her walk away with a shake of his head. Standing he pulled out the note from his father, and ran it through his fingers, 'now's as good a time as ever.' Sighing he sat down, and opened the envelope.

James.
Have I ever told you how proud I am. Of you? In case I haven't, just know, I am. There is not one thing I've ever been prouder of, then you. Now, you know me. I'm not one to go all sentimental on you. That's your mum's job; but I figure you'll excuse me this one time. Anyways, did you know that I was the first person to hold you? The healer should have been, but the one that we planned on using wasn't at St. Mungos when you were born, and your mother refused to have a stranger hold you first. You know how she is. Anyways, yeah. So I was the first person to hold you, and the minute you opened your eyes, you gave me this look. Your eyes, they... sparkled. And you didn't even cry at first. To this day, I am still sure that you laughed before you cried. Always my jokester.
There are so many things I want to tell you. I've told you one. But there are more, like, I love you. I know I never made a big deal out of those three words to you. But I do, and I've never spoken any truer words. Alas, let your love guide you. Never question your feelings, for the most part; they will lead you the right way. And when they don't, well. . . those are just lessons that you need to learn. When you're scared, know, your mother and I are looking over you. But don't be scared of those who can't feel. Stay strong in which you are, James. Trust your friends, but. . . be careful. Take care of yourself.
I know that if you are reading this, your mother and I didn't get to see you grow. I want you to know how sorry I am for that. I wish I could see you graduate. And marry that Evans girl you're so smitten with. Never thought I'd say this, but. I wish I could've been a grandfather to your children. Just know, if I didn't think what I sacrifice helped, I never would have left you. But something's needed done.
I love you, James.
Always have, always will.
-Father.

With a sigh, James refolded the letter, and placed it on the table next to his bed. He toed off his shoes, and shrugged his shirt over his head. Lying down, he yawned, and smiled. To himself, he said, 'I know what you did was for the better of the world, but I miss you. Both of you.' Closing his eyes, he let a single tear roll down his cheek, 'Always have, and always will.'

A/N: I warned you, that it was gonna be a short one! I'm sorry dears. I hope you don't hate me too much. :/